The ironical thing is that neither of us was very happy that day, having to move my boxes yet again, unshowered and dressed like crap, and not being able to find the entrance to the 2/3, to go to the market, to borrow the keys to pick up the car to move the boxes. That's why I look so "happy".
I moved here in 2006 to do my PhD in philosophy. This blog is my letters back home to Canada about what life is like in New York.
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6 comments:
i love that you're getting interviewed about happiness in front of an adult toy store.
you want some happy? I'll give you 50 grand plus 1. You will xplode.
Not as vague a concept now.
Mom
Damn Canadians, why can't you just be happy?
The ironical thing is that neither of us was very happy that day, having to move my boxes yet again, unshowered and dressed like crap, and not being able to find the entrance to the 2/3, to go to the market, to borrow the keys to pick up the car to move the boxes. That's why I look so "happy".
I'll never figure out that grin.
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